Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

"Even younger than you?" Looking at the silver dragon girl, who appeared to be only about one and a half *ren* tall and had a youthful face, Levi disdainfully gestured to their heights with his hand, a gesture that spoke volumes.

"Although I look small, if you use human years to measure, I'm already 35 years old."

The Lord calmly got down from the carriage and said nonchalantly, "I think you'd definitely get along with a half-elf."

Levi realized that he never seemed to learn; he had just had a misunderstanding about the lifespans of humans and long-lived races with Mireille a while ago, and now he had blundered again with this silver dragon girl.

Dragon lifespans are often measured in millennia. Thirty-five years old might be considered an uncle in human terms, but in the long lifespan of a dragon, it's merely a young girl.

Damn it, I'm so envious.

Levi suddenly thought that maybe not being a lord wasn't so bad!

Not only did he not live as long as them, but in terms of personal strength, if he hadn't had his cheat, he'd be streets behind humans.

In the end, he could only sit cross-legged in a levitating carriage with Zart and the others, playing cards to relieve his worries.

Zart and Hogg had stolen a few tricks from him and used them against Olak, the newcomer, but the old orc had sharp eyes and caught them cheating on the spot, making him lose all face.

"Boss, it's not my fault, I didn't expect Olak to have such good eyesight," Zart said with a aggrieved look, rubbing his head where a bump had formed.

Olak just smiled. He might be old, but his eyes weren't blind. Changing cards in front of him? Even a blind man could see it.

But this novel card game was indeed very interesting.

"Go, go, you're making me lose face. Don't tell anyone you were taught by me."

The Lord pushed Zart away with his large butt and shuffled the cards with flashy skills: "Olak, I'll play a couple of rounds, but it's no fun just playing cards without a little something extra. How about we gamble with Klink?"

Seeing the winking look, Olak instantly understood, having lived for decades, and said with a smile, "Alright, but Lord, I don't have much money, so take it easy on me."

On the other side, Sophia, who was idly looking at the blue sky and white clouds, lost in thought, was unconsciously drawn to their conversation.

"Klink?"

She leaned over, looking curiously at the cards they were playing, which she had never seen before.

Levi didn't explain much and continued playing with Hogg and Olak.

"Hogg plays a pair of Ks! That old man Olak definitely doesn't have a bigger hand!"

The orc, who was annoying the Lord, had just been kicked away and ran to mess with Hogg, the gnoll.

Hogg was so angry that his face turned green. The game hadn't even started, and someone already knew his hand. What was the point of playing?

Olak just smiled, then played a single K, ending the game with a pair of Qs.

Thanks to the Lord's generous losing, Olak successfully won dozens of silver Klink.

After a few rounds, he had won nearly two gold Klink in total.

Sophia, who was watching from the side, was wide-eyed. In such a short amount of time, the old orc had won more money than she made in a month of hard work.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. Let someone else play," Olak said, waving his hand, looking like he had made a fortune and was ready to retire.

Before Zart could say he wanted to play, the silver dragon girl couldn't wait to shout, "I'll play, I'll play!"

She quickly sat down in the spot Olak had vacated.

She had been watching for a long time and already understood how to play the game.

In her opinion, simply playing cards and being able to win so much money was no different from picking up money from the ground!

And the game was so simple, she could do it too!

The Lord and Olak exchanged knowing smiles, but they still had to put on a show. Levi frowned and asked, "Do you have money? What are you doing here if you don't have money?"

"This... Can I use my work time to replace it?" the silver dragon girl asked cautiously.

She really didn't have any money right now. The small treasury she had managed to save up before had been emptied by that old woman, which was why she had run away from home.

Where would she get money now?

Even the junk weapons and equipment collected in that carriage hadn't been sold yet.

"Alright," Levi nodded reluctantly, but was secretly laughing in his heart.

Then, under the silver dragon girl's excited expression, the game started again.

But whether it was because the Lord was having bad luck today, or because the silver dragon girl was truly a genius, he kept losing, and soon the silver dragon girl had won everything.

"Hehe."

Looking at the dozen or so gold Klink piled up in front of her, Sophia was so excited that her hand holding the cards was trembling. In just a short while, she had won the wealth she would earn in a year.

"I won! I won!"

Sophia, excited after winning another round, stretched out her two small hands: "Give me the money!"

The Lord's face flashed with hesitation and anger, but he finally sighed helplessly and reluctantly placed a gold Klink in the silver dragon girl's hand.

"Again, again," Sophia took the initiative to sort out the cards, clearly addicted to winning.

When the game was halfway through, an orc ran over from the front, yelling, "Boss, there's a band of robbers blocking the road ahead."

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore," the Lord put down the cards and got up to stretch his muscles.

The duck that was about to be in her hands had flown away, and Sophia was about to complain when the next sentence made her shut her mouth, feeling like winning or losing wasn't that important after all.

"I didn't get to slaughter a dragon, but these robbers are here to relieve my boredom."

All the orcish barbarians were eager to try, and Zart even raised his double-bladed battle axe and carried it on his shoulder: "I almost forgot how to use my battle axe."

"This old man hasn't been active in a long time either."

Olak stretched his neck and took two blood-red battle axes in his hands.

He was also a warmonger. He had been temporarily appointed as commander when facing the dragon legions, so he hadn't personally killed any enemies since arriving at Highcliff Fortress.

These were all a group of vicious and ruthless people. The silver dragon girl, who had lived on Dragon Island since she was a child and hadn't seen much of the world, was trembling.

Even when she came to the wilderness, she didn't fight and kill, but only relied on the dragon's name to raise a legion of followers, letting Gorgon collect treasures for her.

The Lord also wanted to see what kind of bandit group dared to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

They hadn't managed to slaughter a dragon, and everyone was holding their breath.

"Hey, dozens of lizardmen and hundreds of vassals. When did Highcliff Fortress become so insignificant? Even stray cats and dogs dare to block the road, how novel."

The Lord raised his monocular telescope, clicking his tongue.

A group of lizardmen wearing ragged leather armor and holding scimitars were driving kobolds and goblins, who were their vassals, to place sections of wooden stakes and stones across the road, setting up defensive works.

This arrangement was obviously to block the carriage from advancing.

Wilderness bandits usually made this kind of arrangement when robbing passing caravans, and then waited for the caravan to send people to clear the wooden stakes before swarming up.

This approach was disgusting, but it had to be said that it worked well.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong opponent.

"Three hundred heartbeats," Levi simply raised three fingers.

The impatient orcish barbarians roared with grinning faces and rushed forward, and a group charge sent this small bandit group fleeing in disarray.

In Lord Levi's opinion, they couldn't even be considered opponents, only so-called experience points.

Apart from the dozens of lizardmen who were barely capable of fighting, the remaining goblins and kobolds were like straw, easily cut down in large numbers.

The orcs' javelins were incredibly powerful. Having reached Tier 5, they had reached the pinnacle of throwing skills, and within forty steps, they could be said to be completely accurate.

In just the first round of throwing, they brought down as many bandits as there were orcs. The most powerful lizardmen were instantly pierced into bloody gourds, and with the defeat of their leader, a complete collapse was only a matter of moments. The remaining goblins and kobolds wailed and fled in all directions.

The orcish barbarians pursued them, and except for a few particularly agile and nimble ones who escaped with their lives, the rest were all killed. Defeating this bandit group took no more than a hundred heartbeats.

Just then, Levi, who was standing on the carriage and looking into the distance, suddenly grabbed a javelin and aimed at a goblin running the fastest.

Seeing that the situation was not good, this goblin ran the fastest, and was now at least three hundred steps away from the team. Looking at it, one could only vaguely see a small black dot.

"Are you crazy? What threat can a throw at this distance pose?"

Sophia, who was on the side, suspected that this human had been driven crazy by winning money.

Although she was a dragon, she also knew something about humans. With the meager strength of humans, they could throw a javelin at most eighty steps, and whether or not they could hit someone within those eighty steps was purely luck.

Three hundred steps, almost four hundred steps. This distance could probably only be achieved by giants, and even then, they couldn't guarantee a hit. After all, at this distance, a humanoid creature was no different from an ant in the eyes.

But strangely, this human's subordinate was waiting with his arms crossed, his face full of confidence in his lord.

Could it be...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The silver dragon girl quickly shook her small head. Unless a Hercules was alive, this distance was a gap that humans could never cross.

Levi withdrew, pulled his shoulders, and gathered strength, twisting all the muscles in his body into a force, and suddenly turned and threw the javelin.

Except for Zart, who had seen his boss throw before, everyone else was slightly surprised, especially Olak, the old orc who claimed to be knowledgeable, and Sophia, the silver dragon girl.

The power of this throw was beyond doubt. Olak swore that he had never seen such a terrifying javelin in his life.

The explosion caused by the friction with the air when it was released reminded him of a long, long time ago, during a long-lost dry season, when all the crops planted had withered, and even the half-grown children in the tribe were so thirsty that they drank animal blood. Under his leadership, the tribesmen prayed day and night for the mercy of the gods, and finally, on a dark and starry night, they heard the first thunderous roar that shook the earth.

Even the silver dragon girl next to him couldn't withstand this shot!

The trajectory of the javelin was almost impossible to catch with the eye. In the blink of an eye, it crossed more than three hundred steps and slammed the goblin into the ground.

No wonder this kid, Muto, regarded this human as a god, and his words were full of all kinds of worship and awe, and said that this human was the reincarnation of the god of war.

Before, he just took it as a joke, thinking that every leader had to be given a title to increase his prestige in order to consolidate his rule.

But now Olak was completely convinced. Nearly four hundred steps, one shot to take down a fleeing goblin, this was beyond terrifying, only a god could explain it!

The silver dragon girl opened her cherry mouth wide, with a horrified look as if she had seen a ghost.

Are you kidding me?

A human threw an iron javelin over three hundred steps away, could this be a giant who knows transformation magic?!

The Lord's sudden voice pulled her out of her dream.

"Don't even think about going back on your word!"

Levi said with a smile, "I hate people who don't keep their promises the most, and I happen to have some strength, so I don't know how to hold back when I'm collecting debts. If I accidentally hurt you and damage the trust we've worked so hard to build, it wouldn't be good."

Sophia was indeed frightened, and shrank her neck. To be honest, she had indeed thought about this idea just now.

After all, the two of them had only verbally agreed, and she couldn't guarantee that this human really just needed her to work.

Maybe these were just words to stabilize her, and maybe he would turn around and sell her once she got there.

And she only needed to take advantage of everyone's inattention, when the ballista was also put away, to undo the transformation and turn into a dragon to fly into the sky and escape this terrible place.

But now, all the ideas disappeared with this shot.

She was afraid that she would be shot down as soon as she flew into the sky.

No wonder this human only allowed her to stay within a certain distance, and didn't restrict her activities, all because he had the strength as his backing.

The dragon slayer is so scary!

Sophia cried inwardly, personally experiencing why those dragon elders both hated and feared dragon slayers.

No wonder even those powerful dragon elders would be caught by humans. If human dragon slayers were all of this strength, even that old woman, her mother, would be useless.

Sophia only felt her throat parched and her eyes numb, and nodded.

She probably couldn't escape...

Seeing the application to join the team that had suddenly disappeared reappear, Levi nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't expect to tie this silver dragon to his side with just a few words. Only a carrot and a stick could prevent this timid silver dragon girl from having other ideas.

After his beating, there should be no problem now.

All the orcish barbarians were cheering, more excited than Levi, the person involved.

The stronger their boss was, the more honored they were.

Enjoying the endless flattery from the crowd, Levi simply put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

Back when he had just escaped from Corin, he could take down two members of the elite cavalry regiment from four hundred steps away, let alone three hundred steps.

But it was indeed beyond his expectation that he could shoot down two people at that time. It could only be said that he was all relying on Damon's assist to knock them away.

But heroes don't mention their bravery in the past, they can only rely on Zart to brag about his past deeds to others.

After all, it would be too embarrassing for him to talk about it himself.